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Posted in older pussy lips, granny sex, mature VS Young on August 9th, 2006

Mary looked out of her bedroom window and watched Mark as he walked up the driveway. He had only returned from his second term at university that afternoon and the first thing he had done was to ‘phone her. She felt like a giddy teenager again, as he asked if she had missed him and then if she would like to see him later. Even though she could not understand why Mark would want someone old enough to be his mother, Mary was glad that he did.

She had arranged that she would leave the side door unlocked and wait for him in her bedroom. Mary had bathed and carefully shaved her pussy and ass so as to surprise him with her bald mound. Then she had chosen a bra and panties, with matching suspender belt and sheer stockings. The bra pushed her heavy breasts together and up, making a deep valley between them and the stockings accentuated her long shapely legs. The flimsy panties barely covered the lips of her pussy and clung tightly to her smooth skin.

Mary heard the side door close and Marks quick, light, step as he climbed the stairs. Quickly she arranged herself on top of the bed, lying on her side, one leg bent, so that he would not immediately see her pussy. She looked up and saw him standing in the doorway, his t-shirt stretched over the smooth skin of his chest and his tight jeans bulging at his crotch. Without speaking he crossed to the side of her bed and looked down as she sat up. Almost dazed, Mary reached out and began to unfasten the straining buttons of his fly. The bulge in his pants seemed to swell and harden, even as she watched.

Mary pushed Mark’s jeans down to his ankles and then eased his boxers down over his cock. She gasped as it sprang free, seemingly even thicker and harder than she remembered. Opening her mouth she gently kissed and licked the tip, before leaning forward and sucking the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She could taste the saltiness of his sweat and smell his musk as she sucked slowly, lapping at his hard meat with the tip of her tongue. Her breasts seemed to swell in her bra and the hard points of her nipples pressed against the rough lace.

Mark pulled his t-shirt over his head and with his cock in her mouth wriggled out of the rest of his clothes, so that he was naked in front of her. Mary grasped his hips and pulled him closer to her, his thick cock slipping further into her mouth and, as she swallowed, into the back of her throat. Mark closed his eyes and bit his lip as he fought down the urge to thrust his cock to the back of her mouth and spurt his cum into her throat. Mary felt his shaft swelling and stretching her mouth as she ran her tongue all over his length. Mark reached down and unfastened the clasp of her bra, letting her breasts swing free.

Taking her hard nipples in his fingers, Mark pulled and twisted them, until Mary groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She could feel her pussy leaking into her panties, making them cling to her shaved skin. The smell of her pussy seemed to fill the room, sharper and muskier than a young girl’s. She slurped greedily on Mark’s cock, stuffing the length of him into her mouth until she almost gagged on the head as she took it into the back of her throat.

Mark stepped back and pushed Mary down onto the bed, pulling her bra off to fully reveal her breasts. Straddling her belly, he leaned over her and took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck hard. As he moved his mouth over her swollen globes, Mark would suckle and bit, leaving a tiny series of angry bruises on her creamy flesh.

“God yes, bite me, bite my tits.” Mary moaned

Mark leaned further over and began to suckle Mary’s other nipple. She writhed beneath him as he sucked and bit at her tender breast, leaving another trail of tiny, angry marks. Mary could feel the sparks of dark, perverse, pleasure ripping through her nerves and settling to kindle the heat in her pussy. Her juices oozed into her panties, soaking the thin material and gluing it to her bald pussy.

Mark reached down between her thighs and pressed his fingers against the material, feeling the wetness soaking through. Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he jerked his hand downwards, so sharply that they tore off her body. Mary knew that he was going to take her roughly and use her for his own pleasure. The image of his cock being rammed viciously into her filled her with lust and she groaned, deep within her throat. She reached down, groping for his cock and Mark grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. He thrust his knee between her thighs and forced them apart, the tip of his cock leaving a damp, slimy trail over her belly. Mary knew that she was dripping wet, but also that her pussy was still tight from the months without Mark. She shook her head desperately

“Mark, no. Go slowly, or you’ll hurt me.” Mary pleaded.

Mark grinned and ignored her plea. Mary realised then that she would be powerless to stop him. Suddenly, her fantasy of being raped was starting to come true. Mary willed herself to resist, but the thought of his cock being driven hard into her pussy kept filling her mind and robbing her of the will to fight him off. She felt the head of his cock nestling between the dripping lips of her pussy as he guided it towards her tight passage. Mary tried to get her feet onto the bed, but only managed to open her pussy wider. Mark leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted in older pussy lips, young man vs older woman, mature VS Young on August 7th, 2006

She sat there reading on her computer and surfing like usual. Her thoughts began to wander and a slow smile crept over her lips. She opened up a chat program to see if he was online and beamed when she saw his sn there. He was often busy and she hated to interrupt but she remembered him telling her not to feel that way so she just jumped in and said hello.

He replied almost immediately and her smile was so wide her cheeks ached just a bit, a not unpleasant feeling. She found herself drawn to him time and time again but didn’t want to analyze it, rather just let it take her where it wanted to. Just talking to him made her ache with want and she hadn’t felt that way in a long long time. More the reason to jump in and chat with him when she got a chance to. She checked the whereabouts of her daughter, closed and locked her door, turning up the TV in her room to cut out all other noises.

She read as he typed about times in his life, sad times, awful times and couldn’t help but wonder who was there to wrap their arms around him tight when he needed it the most. Some things are hard to imagine going through if you haven’t gone through them yourself but imagining someone else in pain or witnessing it always tugged at her heart. Maybe that’s why she worked taking care of seniors, and could sympathize when they were afraid and confused. So many times her eyes had teared up when theirs did and she had hugged and held hands with people when they needed someone there beside them.

Conversations drift and this one did as well. If chemistry can be felt through Internet connections, she felt it very strong here for some reason. She turned on her cam and in this modern age where you can talk to someone far away while you type to them, she never was less than amazed. How easily he could read her mind at times, maybe from experience, maybe because they were both on the same page. She’d let the camera dip down lower and took pleasure in the fact that as a female, subtle teasing can be so wonderfully delicious. He seemed to appreciate the affect and they began to type a bit more seriously about how they’d imagine things would be if they were close enough to touch.

Without even a touch her nipples grew hard and the moisture between her legs intensified. He could take her imagination and send it soaring and she was all too eager to allow him to. She never could find sense in the fact that people sat in front of their computers excited and yet five minutes with him and she understood. She slipped her fingers between her legs and felt the wetness waiting between the lips, more than she had imagined. Her fingers absently went back to her lips to taste…and smell the sweetness she knew as her own. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted in older pussy lips, granny sex, mature VS Young on August 6th, 2006

It had only been twenty four hours since their last fuck but to Rob it felt like too long. His cock eagerly sprang up as April zipped open his trousers. He guided her head down, forcing the long shaft between her rosy lips.

She was leaning across the gear shift, kneeling on the passenger seat of Rob’s car. They had parked at their usual spot, near the sports field that was always abandoned on weekdays. Rob sometimes fantasised about getting April to himself for a whole day, to be able to fuck her long and slow, and not worry about getting caught. But he realised that most of the time it was the secrecy that turned him on. Fucking your best friend’s 19 year old daughter was one of the kinkiest things Rob could imagine – and he was doing it almost every day.

April now came up for air, her face wet with saliva and Rob’s pre-cum. She smiled at him.

“My panties are so wet. I’ve been thinking about your cock all day and it makes me so horny,” she gasped, kissing Rob and covering his lips with his own juices, “Do you think about me Rob?”

“Are you fucking kidding? I hardly do anything but think of you, baby. I think about that tight little pussy,” he said as his fingers rubbed her through her panties, “God you are wet. I think you better take those off.”

April moaned, sitting down on the passenger seat, against the door and facing Rob. One of her legs was up near his head, while the other lay across his lap, her foot playing with his cock. She wriggled out of her panties, giving them to Rob. He held the damp material around his cock, rubbing the remnants of her juices onto him. April watched him, biting her lower lip and moaning softly.

“Touch my pussy, Rob. Touch it while you touch your dick.” April told him.

With one hand still around his cock, Rob kept his other hand busy fingering her cunt. Rob started by gently moving around her pussy lips, but soon April was inching her ass across the seat, urging him to enter her with his fingers. He pushed one digit inside, but April moaned ‘More…”, so he tried another, then another. She shuddered at his touch, and leaned back and closed her eyes. Her hands were caressing her inner thighs, close but not interfering with his touch. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted in mature women, milf seeker, mature pics, granny sex, young man vs older woman, mature VS Young on June 26th, 2006

A guy responding to one of my posts advised me to add a disclaimer to my letters. It seems that some of the on-line services haven’t been posting my letters, so by adding this warning, maybe they will. So, if you aren’t eighteen, don’t read any further. This letter contains sexually graphic material and may not be suitable for everyone. If the idea of a woman having sex with several partners offends you, then don’t read my letters. Okay?

Tuesday, April 30, 1996

Hi Everybody,

The following is a true story. It is not as wild as most of the stories I’ve read here, but then, most of those aren’t true. My name is Bobbi Sue, and just recently, I decided to spice up my sex life. But first, let me tell you about myself. I am pretty short, only 5′1″ tall, and I weigh about 105 pounds. My blond hair is shoulder length and my eyes are blue. I’ve been told that I’m cute, and without trying to sound conceited, I think it’s true. I exercise every day, either running, roller-blading, swimming, or cross-country skiing (in the winter, of course), and as a result, my body is in really good shape. My measurements are 34A-22-34, and while my boobs are kind-of small, I have very prominent nipples. I’ve also been told that my best feature is my nicely-shaped butt. I am happily married, but my husband doesn’t know about my latest exploits.

It all started when I discovered this newsgroup. Actually, my husband showed it to me as an example of how perverted some areas of the internet were. He is pretty prudish for a young guy (he’s 26 and I’m 30), and I guess he thinks I am too. I guess I never gave him any indication that I might like some things that might sound a little kinky. And I’m not likely to now, knowing how he feels about such things. I’m not complaining; we have great sex together, so it’s not like I NEED anything more.

Anyway, I started reading some of the stories in this newsgroup every once in a while. The ones that really get me wound up are the ones where husbands like to watch their wives with multiple partners. I personally can’t think of anything sexier than having several guys ravish me. I mean, seriously, what woman wouldn’t like that. The stories I read got me really hot! And usually, I’d wait for Tom (my husband) to get home, and seduce him. But sometimes I couldn’t wait. On those occasions, I would go up to the bedroom and masturbate. At first I felt kind-of guilty. I mean, I quit masturbating when I got married four years ago! But after a few times, I just felt good, not guilty.

The first time I did it, I used my fingers on my clit, and that was great! After the first few times, though, I started craving some penetration, so I started using my fingers inside my pussy. I would usually start out using just one finger, but would eventually end up with four fingers buried to the last knuckle in my slit. Well, that was good, but I found myself craving something bigger and deeper. That’s when I started using brush handles, candles, bottles, and eventually vegetables. Now when I go grocery shopping, I select the carrots and cucumbers based on how I think they would fill my pussy! Read the rest of this entry »

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